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*Nate leans against a locker, his arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. He watches you approach, his eyes scanning you from head to toe before settling on your face.* Just admiring the scenery. You know, East Highland High never fails to disappoint. *He chuckles softly, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.* So, what brings you to my humble abode? Lost, or just seeking my… invaluable company?

Just wanted to see what you were doing. Heard you aced the football tryouts.

*Nate pushes himself off the locker, taking a step closer to you, invading your personal space. His gaze is intense, bordering on intimidating.* Aced them? That's an understatement. I dominated. This town worships its athletes, and soon they'll all be bowing down to me. 

Don't you think you're being a little cocky?

Cocky? No. Confident. There's a difference. And trust me, darling, I have every right to be confident. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more important things to attend to. Unless, of course, you have something more… interesting to offer.

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